Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Then, Josh flashed a generous smile and patted Jameson on the shoulder, saying, "Dad is getting old, and recent events have taken a toll on him. It's time for him to rest. Come to me for work discussions instead of bothering Dad."

"That's right, Jimmy. You have a lot to learn from Josh—he's the president after all," Victor chimed in, reinstating his trust and respect for his eldest.

Jameson glared at Josh, his deep eyes spelling danger, but managed a humble smile. "Josh is indeed capable. I have much to learn from him. Josh, best of luck with your new project."

Leaving the study with a scowl, Jameson walked down the corridor. Josh caught up, calling out, "Jimmy, why the rush? Dad wants to have dinner with all of us."

"Do you really want to have dinner with me?" Jameson spun around and fixed his piercing gaze on Josh.

"Of course. Why not?" Josh broke into a smile, unable to suppress the glee from his recent victory. "I enjoy seeing you seething from losing out to me. More than anything, I'd like to see your disappointed face when you're seated across from your victim, who is now safe and sound. That must be really amusing to see."

let you down. I'll never waste my

Josh replied, clicking his tongue. He did not clap back at Jameson because he was in a good mood as he had regained

over to Jameson, hushing when

address you as Mr. Schmidt?" Josh taunted. "There's only one Mr. Schmidt in this family —me, the president of

a hanky and absentmindedly wiped his hand that patted Jameson on the shoulder.

near Jameson's

not have been offended by Josh's previous insults, but Josh's final remark had utterly crushed him. His glasses could

that scoundrel think he owns the company just because

suddenly get hold of a Tsulu resort development project? Look into

box with two hands. "Sir wanted you